harry potter book of crimes

"Ron, are you out?"

Harry, who was uneasy about Qiu's "looking back and smiling", was awakened by Ron's vague voice. He patted Ron on the shoulder in surprise.

"Hey -" Ron said with a slight dissatisfaction as he munched on the delicious sausage, "Don't make me sound like I just came back from Azkaban, that's too exaggerated!"

"Oh... come on!" Harry said happily, "As long as you recover, it doesn't matter if it's Azkaban or the school hospital!"

"Mrs. Pomfrey heard this, and she will fill you with several bottles of potions!" Ron was saying, and couldn't help but trembled, as if he was afraid, "To be honest, I never want to go there again.

!None of the potions there are drinkable.”

"Really?" Harry thought for a while and said, "By the way, why didn't you go back to the dormitory directly after you came out? I was still wondering this morning whether you would be discharged from the hospital!"

"Forget it!" Ron swallowed the sausage in his mouth and said with a grimace, "Although the food in the school hospital is not bad, it is the same three times a day. Anyone who eats too much will get bored... Now I just

I want to eat something different! It’s crazy!”

"Ha! That sounds—"

Harry was about to tease Ron, but Hermione's voice interrupted the conversation between him and Ron.

"Stop talking about those useless things! Come and take a look at this!"

The two turned around after hearing this, only to see a large "Daily Prophet" covering Hermione's entire upper body, making it impossible to see her expression. But judging from her tone of voice, I'm afraid she is now

He doesn't look good.

"Sirius—" Hermione said hurriedly, "Is Sirius in the United States? I remember correctly, right?"

"You remember correctly," as soon as Harry heard the name, he quickly ran around Ron and grabbed the newspaper, "What happened to the United States? What happened?"

Because this was related to Sirius's situation, Harry made the wrong move. He heard a "crash" sound, and the newspaper was immediately torn into two halves. He and Hermione each held one half in their hands.

"...A large number of unknown attackers suddenly appeared in the United States. The wizarding world and the Muggle world suffered multiple unorganized attacks at the same time. The US Ministry of Magic announced the launch of a second-level wartime emergency plan. Some areas may be upgraded depending on the situation. Magicians in the United States

World reporter, Cora Smith has an urgent report for you."

"Wartime?" Ron widened his eyes and asked, "When was the last time a wartime plan was launched? During the First Wizarding War?"

"This...I...we need to tell Maka right away!" Harry said hurriedly, "This sounds like a really bad situation!"

"I think you're right..." Hermione also stood up, passed by Ron, and walked quickly to the side corridor, "By the way, the emergency plan was developed after the first wizarding war.

It was only proposed at the International Council of Wizards, and the classification was after it was passed - before that, there was no such word in the wizarding world!"

Harry followed Hermione and walked over there, while Ron blinked, reached out and inserted the last sausage on the plate, and then hurriedly turned around and chased after her.

"I have really studied the history of magic this time. I definitely didn't mention this above." He murmured to himself somewhat innocently as he trotted forward.

…

"Bang bang——"

Hermione and the other two ran through the stairs and corridors, panting, and came to Maka's office door. But before she could knock on the door a few more times, the door opened by itself.

"Oh - Maka! Maka, take a look at this -" Hermione said repeatedly, "Something happened to the United States!"

"What's wrong?"

Maka, who was mumbling about a book behind the bookshelf on his desk, stopped. He put the book on the table, got up and walked around the piles of information piled around, appearing in front of the three of them.

"Something happened in the United States -" Hermione said as she handed the half of the newspaper with relevant reports into Maka's hand.

"Um?"

Maka caught a glimpse of the photo from the overseas report. In that photo, a large black mist with sparks and streams of light in the center bombarded a bunch of Muggle buildings in groups, causing a large area of ​​damage.

Buildings collapse.

After hurriedly skimming over the contents of the report, there was a hint of solemnity on his face.

"No normal person would plan such a stupid thing," Maka frowned, "unless he is a complete lunatic."

Just looking at the area covered by the photo, the number of black mist groups clearly exceeds a hundred people, and this is definitely just a part of them. And Maka knows very well in her heart that every black mist group that looks like a black meteor represents

With a silent one.

He had also imagined that perhaps the number of Obscurials would not be too small, but he had never expected that there would be so many. This shows that the remaining members of Greenwald's party have not been less busy over the years.

"I'm going to go to Sirius right now. If nothing else, at least bring him back." Maka said as she was about to walk out, but Harry grabbed her robe.

...What's wrong? You guys are going too?"

"Harry? Have you ever thought about it, we-" Hermione on the side immediately glared at Harry.

"No!" Harry interrupted loudly, "I know that with our strength, we can only cause trouble to Maka! I just want to say, be careful, Maka... That seems to be very dangerous.

.”

"If I have nothing to say, I think you are more dangerous." Maka muttered secretly, but did not say the words out loud.

He just nodded, and after Harry let go of his hand, he strode out of the office door.

"Sorry, Harry." Hermione said sheepishly, "I thought you -"

"It's okay," Harry shook his head and said, "Actually, I really want to go with Maka, but... I think you feel the same way, right?"

"I went to practice." Ron stuffed the last bite of sausage on the fork into his mouth, and then suddenly walked towards the corridor outside the door, "I am one training session behind you. Originally, my strength was

It’s not enough…”

"I'll go too!" Harry immediately chased after him.

Behind them, Hermione stood in the middle of Maka's office, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked around the office, and her heart seemed a little heavier.

Just now, she clearly wanted to go to the United States with Maka, but when Harry seemed to be about to say it first, she subconsciously tried to veto it.

Yes, Hermione Granger has always put reason first, but she actually doesn't want to always be like this. She understands that sometimes impulsiveness is necessary, otherwise she will not always be better in actual combat.

Harry is half a point behind.

In ordinary non-emergency situations, her rationality will be of great use; but in an emergency, when her brain has no time to think carefully, this advantage will dramatically turn into a fatal flaw.

After the training last night, Maka said this to her. She felt that Maka was right. But this kind of thing cannot be changed by changing it. This happened to her again just now.

Of course, in terms of the situation just now, this was not a wrong judgment. Hermione was just wondering if one day, when she had to face some kind of crisis, would she be able to make a decisive and decisive decision?

And the right choice.

"...I'm afraid you will hesitate?" Hermione sighed slightly sadly.

…

On the other side, Maka quickly flew across the lawn in front of the castle, unlocked the defensive spell on the school's main entrance, and came to the horse path outside the door. But before getting into the bushes on the side of the road as usual and leaving with the help of the door key,

But he looked back again.

"Although it should only be a short-term departure, the specific situation there is still unknown. To be on the safe side, let's leave something behind!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a burst of silvery-white light mist all over his body. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a huge silvery-white eagle and broke away from his body. It spread its wings and flew towards the castle, leaving a trail in the air.

Long strip of light.

Maintaining the existence of the Patronus over a long distance required a lot of magic power. But no matter what, he didn't want more disasters to happen to Hogwarts.

If you leave the Patron Saint behind, unless Voldemort or Grindelwald comes in person, you can still drag him along for a while.

Physically controlling the Patronus Curse was an advanced method he inadvertently created, while using the Patronus Curse from a distance was a result of Dumbledore's research. Dumbledore taught this usage to the Order of the Phoenix.

Some members, and of course Maka is among them.

"Although the eagle is indeed more handsome than the badger, it is still a bit embarrassing..."

Maka shook his head, turned around and stepped into the bushes. As the space distorted, when he reappeared, he had already crossed the entire sea and arrived on the other side of the ocean in New York, USA, on the banks of the Hudson River.

As soon as her vision became clear, Maka knew that what she was worried about had come true - the riverside house had been completely reduced to ruins.

He quickly waved the staff in his hand, and a burst of magic power vibrated, and everything in the ruins was reflected in his mind along with the magic feedback of the detection spell.

There was no magic power fluctuation, no sign of life, no Acromantula, no body left behind, and not even a trace of blood was found.

It seems that Sirius and the two sisters should have left safely, otherwise, there would not even be any residual magic left after the battle.

"Where will they go..." Maka frowned slightly and thought to herself, "Jackson Square? The only thing I can think of right now is there. After all, those children are also there, and Abigail knows this.

…”

After thinking for a moment, he immediately put on the Disillusionment Charm, stepped into the air with the magic book on his feet, and left quickly towards the entrance of Jackson Trading Plaza. Behind him, a gust of wind quietly passed through the ruins of the house, and several fragments of newspapers

Then it flew up and drifted far away to the shining river.